Thursday, September 16, 2010

Here’s a reliable way to know that you’re in for a good day: you wake up to no electricity.

It started off okay. My alarm clock (which doubles as me cell phone) chirped me out of bed just when it is supposed to – 5:45 – and I turned it off and stumbled into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea before getting in the shower.

I flipped the light switch four or five times. I checked to see if the clock on the microwave was illuminated. I looked out the window to see if the occupants of any other apartments in my building had their lights on.

Yes, apparently the electricity was really out. Damn.

I stood in my kitchen and evaluated my options. And then I went back to bed.

I set my alarm clock for 30 minutes later. There would be no showering (not ideal, but I took a shower after I worked out last night), but I could get dressed and pack up my lunch by candlelight (how romantic!) and slap on some makeup once I got to work.

It worked out okay. My hair is a little funky, but that’s what ponytails are for, eh?

Plus: 30 extra minutes of sleep? Someone out there was looking out for me. With the start of hockey season (we’re playing at 10 pm on Thursday nights), Thursdays have transformed into even more of a marathon day. Because working 7:30 am – 9:00 pm just wasn’t enough, I decided throw in an hour of hockey at the end of the day. Tranquil, lazy days such as Thursdays shouldn’t end until well after midnight. You know, just to really stretch it out. So that I can savor it.

Hi. I'm A.

Born, raised, educated in the Midwest, I am such a Midwesterner. So Midwestern, if you will.

I am: a blogger of 8+ years, forever searching for my next athletic challenge, hopelessly overscheduled and always, always eating.

I started So Midwestern right after I graduated from college, hoping to chronicle my transition to adulthood. Graduate school, four half marathons, two new nephews, three apartments, a trip to Africa, a sprinkle of heartbreak, dozens of unfinished knitting projects, four turns as a bridesmaid, 8,913 job applications and two full-time positions later: I’m fairly convinced that the day when I feel like a legitimate, full-fledged grownup will never come. So I’ll just keep on blogging.

I write about a little bit of everything and a lot of nothing. Toss my ramblings with a few pictures, a touch of swearing and an endless appreciation for the beauty that is David Beckham and you have So Midwestern. Welcome.